Hearing movement from the bookstore next door, it closed for a day, and it seems to be finally opening,
Fang Zheng glanced curiously at the bookstore next door.
He was very curious about what kind of bookstore owner would open a bookstore in such an unpopular ghost street.
Especially when the door is closed to sleep during the day, and it is only opened in the dead of night at night.
However, when Fangzheng saw the bookstore owner, he almost pulled out the ghost knife and slashed at the bookstore owner.
This is a young man in his thirties with pale skin, who looks like he has not seen the sun in a coffin for a hundred years.
But that's not the point, the point is!
dead air.
The dead air spread all over his body.
Unlike Mr. Fu, who still has a faint yang energy, the man in front of him is only dead from beginning to end.
This is clearly a dead body.
But this dead body is not only active in the city, but also opened a bookstore next door to Mr. Fu.
If it wasn't for the last point, Fang Zheng would have already raised his knife and slashed at it.
But Fangzheng didn't relax at this time, he was secretly wary of this lifeless man.
"Hey, you are the temporary worker newly recruited by Mr. Fu?" The other party actually took the initiative to enter the Ming shop and greeted Fangzheng.
Fangzheng still looked alert.
If something goes wrong at any time, he will immediately chop it with a ghost knife.
"Didn't Mr. Fu tell you about my identity?" The pale man in his thirties seemed slightly surprised.
Fangzheng still looked a little indifferent, and did not speak.
"Official self-introduction, I'm next door to Mingdian, you can call me... Well, I like Zuo Qianhu's character in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" better. You can call me Zuo Qianhu." The man stretched out his slender and perfect five fingers like a girl, and introduced himself, as if he wanted to shake hands with Fangzheng to express his goodwill.
Zuo Qianhu
The man who called himself Zuo Qianhu asked with great interest: "I don't know what you call my little brother?"
Fangzheng: "My younger brother is not talented, but I know autumn leaves."
Zuo Qianhu and Zhiqiu Yiye, this is a proper remake of A Chinese Ghost Story II "The Way of the World"...
"Brother Yiye."
"Brother Zuo."
Fangzheng shook hands with the other party briefly, then immediately withdrew his hand, hissing, it was so cold, it was as if he was holding a piece of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.
"Brother Zuo, if you open the bookstore in this old street, can you have business?" Fang Zheng asked out of curiosity.
The man was surprised: "Who said I run a bookstore?"
"I see that your shop sign is a bookstore?" Fangzheng wondered, since you don't open a bookstore, you still have a bookstore sign, isn't this a gimmick, cheating consumption.
"Oh, you said that signboard, it was hung before the transfer of the previous store. I feel that there is no business in this place. Re-creating a store signboard is wasteful and unnecessary, so I have not changed it. , I actually sell ancestral handicrafts." The man said with a self-proclaimed humor and humor.
But Fangzheng didn't find it humorous. On the contrary, he felt that all the people on this old street were abnormal people, right
Sell handicrafts
This place is remote, and it's not a tourist area, so there isn't even a ghost, what a ghost
After visiting and chatting for a few minutes, the man began to say goodbye and return to the shop next door.
I saw that this is a shop with very simple furnishings, and all the woodcarving crafts are sold in the shop, and these woodcarvings are lifelike, and they are all perfect crafts.
Grind away anxiety, soothe people's hearts, and get rid of distracting thoughts.
Wood carving itself is the way to meditate, cultivate and cultivate the mind.
There is a bookstore sign outside. In fact, this is a woodcarving shop for handicrafts.
The owner of the woodcarving shop sat down in front of the workbench again, gently rubbing the carving knife with his slender fingertips, with a meaningful smile in his eyes.
"This young man is...interesting."
"Much more interesting than the boring Mr. Fu..."
Afterwards, the owner of the woodcarving shop began to carve quietly in the dead of night alone.
Watching the man who claimed to be Zuo Qianhu leave, Fangzheng looked thoughtful.
The other party is indeed a dead man.
But being able to get along peacefully with Mr. Fu as a neighbor is extremely weird in itself. And according to Zhang Butcher's character of hating evil like a vengeance, letting him chop someone with corpse oil as a soul-inducing lamp, it is estimated that if he knew that there was a ghost in this street, he might have already chopped it with a knife.
But on the contrary, they are living in peace... Could it be that this Zuo Qianhu is also one of his own
Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang have always known each other's existence
Or change another name...is also a person in the system
Fangzheng rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache thinking about it.
Originally, he thought that he would just be a temporary worker this time, but he met a dead neighbor on the first day, it was really... hell.
Since everyone is his own, Fangzheng no longer bothered to think about the relationship, and began to practice the third level of "Yijin Ximaijing" by himself.
With the current practice progress, probably tomorrow will be able to practice to the third level of Dzogchen.
When you are tired from practicing, you can practice spiritual martial arts "Contemplation of Magic Ape Meditation".
The two circulate and alternate with each other, which is not boring.
Nothing to say all night.
Not even a single business, vigil tonight, zero income.
Without the pressure of performance appraisal, Fangzheng was not at all anxious about generating zero income on the first day. Freezing three feet does not happen in a day, even if he is anxious, it will not help. On the contrary, I feel that such a quiet day is not bad, and it will not delay his cultivation at all.
He had already secretly checked that there were no monitors in the Ming shop, so he was not afraid of revealing his martial arts.
Even being seen is nothing.
The martial arts he practiced in Mingdian were all the martial arts with the smallest range of motion. If he didn't practice martial arts with large movements such as "King Kong Is Indestructible Arhat" and "Burning Wood Saber Technique" in Mingdian, outsiders would not be able to see any of them. As long as the human skin scriptures are not taken out outside, these are considered small details.
This continued until just before dawn, when Mr. Zuo, the owner of the woodcarving shop next door, took the initiative to say hello to Fang Zheng, and closed the door for business.
Only open at night.
Ever since he figured out that Mr. Zuo is also his own, Fang Zheng no longer holds too much hostility towards him. Although he is still a little wary, he has been able to live together in harmony.
Fangzheng said goodbye politely, and watched Mr. Zuo return to the next door shop with thoughtful eyes.
When the dawn comes, the sky and the earth will soon dawn, and in a very short time, the sky and the earth will be bright, and the light of the east sun will shine through the golden clouds. This deserted and uninhabited street has gradually had one or two more elderly people jogging in the morning. .
Fangzheng took advantage of the sunrise when he was at his most vigorous, and hurriedly practiced Jiuyang Zhenqi instead.
One or two hours later, Fangzheng closed the Ming shop, and was also planning to go back to the residential area first.
He plans to bring Little Skull to Mingdian today.
Leaving Xiaokulou alone at home always made him a little worried about what might happen.
[There are only three changes today, one chapter is owed, sorry. Well, the debt must be paid.]
(end of this chapter)